by Twyla Turner
“Are ye sure?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Why now?” Bradyn asked curiously, his body coiled tightly as if at any second he would spring forward.
“B-Because I’m tired of waiting. I’m m-more attracted to you than I have ever been to a man before. Because I’m tired of being afraid.” Her throat began to clog with tears and her next words broke as she said them. “B-Because I’ve n-never been cherished.”
Payton could barely get out the last word before Bradyn was on her. He clutched her now tear-streaked face urgently and his mouth descended on hers like a ravenous wolf. His kiss was almost painful in its intensity. Their teeth gnashed together in their need to get closer. His tongue sought hers and for the first time, she kissed him back just as passionately. Sexy groans emitted from his mouth and vibrated against her tongue. The sensation fired off little signals that went straight to the nerve-endings in her clit. Payton clutched at his damp bare back to steady herself.
Bradyn’s hands moved from her face and slid down to her ass. He clutched her ample behind before lifting her up with little effort. Payton’s thighs automatically wrapped around his waist as he walked the few steps to his massive bed. She felt his hard length pressed against the apex of her legs. She could feel the hard ridge against the damp cotton of her panties and knew that the towel must have fallen off.
He lowered her to the bed and kissed her softly before standing back up, giving her the chance to view his body unfettered. Payton’s eyes traveled over his chiseled body. When they reached the juncture of his legs, her body began to tremble uncontrollably. The quivers were two parts fear, one part desire. Or maybe vice versa. Payton wasn’t quite sure which since it felt like they were switching off. And it was no wonder. His penis was long and thick. The tip an angry purple. The whole situation looked lethal.
“Payton.” Bradyn’s voice sounded gruffer and deeper than she’d ever heard it. “Ye dinna have to do this if ye dinna want to. Of course, it pains me to say that, cause I canna think of anything I’ve wanted more than to bury myself deep inside o’ ye. So deep I mark ye as mine. But based on both of our pasts, it would hurt me worse to do anything to ye that would cause ye pain.”
“I won’t lie. I-I’m terrified. But I think that if I could just rip off the proverbial Band-Aid, then I’ll be okay. So please…d-don’t stop.” Payton's voice trembled as much as her body did.
Bradyn nodded his head and leaned down towards her. In her nervousness, Payton shot up to meet him and their foreheads knocked together. Not as hard as their first date, but hard enough for them to both wince and rub the injured spots.
“Sorry! Sorry.” Payton cringed.
“It's fine, lass.”
Bradyn kissed her tender forehead, before moving down her face, raining kisses on her flushed skin.
“I’ve never wanted anyone more than ye. From the moment I laid eyes on ye, I wanted to be near ye.” He said this between soft kisses.
He pulled down the suspenders from her shoulders. Slowly, he eased her shirt up her soft tummy and planted kisses on the skin that he revealed. When he reached her plain black bra, Payton wished that she had been more adventurous with her undergarments. It was too late now and her mind quickly shifted away from that as Bradyn pulled down the satin material and exposed one dark brown nipple.
“Ye calm me.” She felt his breath whisper across her skin and her nipple tightened. “Ye put me at ease.”
Too bad he was having the opposite effect on her at the moment. Payton’s chest rose and fell rapidly in anticipation of his mouth that hovered just above her straining nipple. She felt desperate to feel his mouth on her. She didn’t have to wait long.
Payton watched as his tongue peeked out and flicked against her already hardened bud. A small cry escaped her lips. Her back rose off of the bed pressing her breast closer to him as her hips pressed back into the mattress when her vagina began to throb.
“Do ye like that?” Bradyn asked between kisses planted around her areola.
“Mmhmm…” Payton moaned, unable to form the single syllable word.
Bradyn quickly whipped her t-shirt the rest of the way off of her and unclasped her bra with the snap of a finger. Her upper half was completely bare to his roaming eyes. Payton had never let a man see her naked breasts before. She thought that she’d be more uncomfortable than she was. But the blue fire in his eyes let her know that he liked everything that he saw.
He sucked her other nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, creating spasms that shot down to her aching core. Payton gripped the blanket as her hips pumped involuntarily. Bradyn’s right hand caressed down her stomach to the waistband of her skirt. His fingers slid underneath the material and then dipped under her panties as well. Payton squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment, knowing that he’d soon find her drenched. His fingers found her slick opening and they both sucked in a sharp breath. Payton had never felt anything like it.
“Fuck my life!” Bradyn exclaimed breathlessly. “Yer so fucking wet!”
“I-I’m s-sorry.” Payton released the blanket and covered her hot face with her hands.
Bradyn brushed her hands out of the way and looked down at her with a furrowed brow.
“Sorry for what? For being wet?” He asked incredulously.
“Obviously,” Payton grumbled. She couldn’t have been more humiliated.
“Payton, love. To be wet just means that yer turned on. That’s one of the greatest compliments ye could give a lad. It means I’m doing something right.” Bradyn grinned down at her when she finally looked him in the eyes.
“Oh…”
I really should’ve listened to the girls more.
Bradyn’s hand had stilled during their little discussion, but once he knew she was on board, he began to stroke along the seam of her drenched opening. Payton tried to contain her reactions but was finding it harder and harder not to move or make a sound. One thick, rough digit slid between her labia, crested over her opening and glided up to the bundle of nerves hidden within her folds. His saturated finger stroked the bud with the lightest of touches and Payton finally lost the fragile hold she had on her body.
“Aaaah! Bradyn!” She cried as her hips pumped against his seeking hand.
“That’s it, lass. Let go.” Bradyn whispered against her lips before flicking his tongue against her panting mouth just as his finger flicked her clit.
Payton gasped and cried some more as he teased her with his mouth at her lips and breasts and his hand at her most secret place. Her body trembled and she felt something building deep within her.
“Och, no. Not yet, lass.” Bradyn removed his hand from within her skirt and panties and Payton nearly wept when whatever was building dissipated. “I want ye to come on my tongue.”
Something clenched inside her at his words. Payton quickly found out why. Bradyn wrapped his fingers around the waistband of her skirt and undies and tugged them down her legs. Payton looked down at him as he knelt down on the side of the bed and positioned his shoulders and head between her legs. Her head dropped back and she once again covered her face with her hands, trying her best not to be embarrassed by the proximity of his face to her private place.
She felt kisses that started at her knee and moved inward, towards the juncture of her legs. Payton’s legs started to quake. So much so, that they eventually traveled to her whole body as Bradyn’s soft lips journeyed closer. She felt cool air hit her hot wet flesh and she realized that he was blowing on her slick folds. Her breath expelled harshly through her lips. Then his tongue stroked up her center.
“Bradyn!” Payton yelled as her back came off the bed and she slid back.
“What? Are ye alright, lass? I dinna hurt ye, did I?” Bradyn looked up from his position at the foot of the bed.
“N-No.” Payton felt embarrassment heat her face. “It…uh…f-felt…good.”
Bradyn wrapped his hands around her thighs and growled before pulling her to the edge of the bed
once more. She squeaked and fell back at the quick move.
“Then dinna interrupt a man during his meal,” Bradyn said before diving back in.
He spread her nether lips and caressed her slit with his tongue. He moaned as he drank from her. This time, instead of scooting away from him, Payton clenched her thighs together, squeezing his head. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to stop him or hold him in place, never wanting him to leave. Bradyn wasn’t fazed. In fact, it seemed to turn him on more. He wrapped his hands around her thighs to hold on. His tongue stroked up and found her clit and Payton realized why he was held onto her thighs. Her hips bucked against his tongue convulsively and he was holding on for the ride.
Never in her life, did she believe that she’d be a loud lover. But there she was with cries and moans escaping her mouth as Bradyn sucked and lapped hungrily at her cleft. Payton felt that same pressure build within her core. Then he latched onto her clit and softly licked at the nub as he moaned, sending delicious vibrations through her most sensitive place. Payton exploded.
Her neck arched. Her back lifted off of the bed. Her hands found themselves at the back of his head, pulling him closer. And her hips rolled against his mouth as he stroked her clit and lapped up her feminine cum.
As her orgasm subsided, Payton’s hips shuddered and she collapsed back onto the bed. She felt Bradyn rise and plant kisses over one hip and up her soft belly. He reached her breasts and he kissed their tips softly, sending an aftershock through her body. When he finally reached her lips, Bradyn slid his tongue into her awaiting mouth. Payton smelled her scent that clung to the soft hairs of his beard and tasted her arousal on his lips and tongue.
“Ye were beautiful, Payton. Never has a woman responded to me like that before. No’ to bring up another while we’re making love. I-It just means a lot, is all.” Bradyn confessed against her lips.
Payton was so overwhelmed with emotion, she could barely speak. So she did the only thing she could think to do. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him to her and holding on for dear life. She had never had an orgasm before. She’d never even attempted to pleasure herself because she hadn’t even wanted to think about sex. To her, sex was a reminder of what had happened to her. It didn’t matter what the girls said. She blocked out at least three-quarters of what they said about the subject anyway. Tonight was the first time she was finding out she was wrong about everything. Bradyn did that. A man she had been terrified of and had spent the better part of a month or more pushing him away.
“Are ye crying, lass?” Bradyn whispered in her ear with concern.
Payton just nodded her head vigorously and refused to let go of the hold she had on him as he tried to pull back to look at her face. He reached back and grabbed her arms, gently prying them from around his neck. Payton quickly covered her face with her hands.
“Why are ye crying, Payton?”
She shook her head.
“Okay, ye dinna have to talk.” His deep voice reached her ears. “Maybe ye can just nod or shake yer head. Can ye do that?”
She nodded and then followed it with a hiccup.
“Are ye sad or hurt?”
She shook her head.
“Are ye happy then?”
She nodded.
“Ah, I see. So yer happy because ye’ve finally found the best lover ye’ve ever know, is that right?” She could hear the smile in his voice.
Payton’s hiccups quickly turned into laughter. Bradyn pulled her hands from her face and grinned down at her, his blue eyes sparkling. He leaned down and kissed away the few tears that were left. She looked up at him with long lashes, spiked with her tears. He gave her soft pecks on her lips and then gripped her face as he deepened the kiss, reigniting the flame.
Bradyn positioned himself between her legs. He rolled his hips, stroking his incredible length along the still wet seam of her slit. The smooth rim of the head of his penis glided over her clit and Payton gasped into his mouth.
“Please tell me, yer on birth control. I’m dying to feel all of ye around me.” He groaned into her ear.
“Y-Yes.” Payton panted. “I-I have an irregular menstrual cycle and it regulates it.”
“Good. I’m clean. I always wear a condom and I have to get tested regularly by the athletic commission. I have papers if ye dinna believe me.” Bradyn said as he continued to tease her.
“I believe you.” Payton groaned. “Just… Please, Bradyn.”
He slid his shaft down her cleft once more and positioned the head at her entrance. Slowly, he inched his way in and Payton felt herself stretch to accommodate him. Then he stopped once he reached her barrier.
“Oh God, Payton. Ye are a virgin.” Bradyn grunted as he dropped his forehead down to rest against hers.
“Y-Yes. Is that bad?” Payton asked nervously.
“No, lass. Of course not.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I assumed that ye were, but I wasna sure. I-I just need to calm down a wee bit first, so I can be gentle and make this good for ye.”
Bradyn kept his forehead against hers, but he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. His body laid flush against hers, resting some of his weight on his elbows as not to crush her. Both of his arms shook on either side of her head as he stroked shallowly, in and out of her canal. Always stopping just before her hymen.
Payton was actually surprised it was still intact. Considering how old she was, she’d figured that it had disintegrated years ago.
Bradyn spoke as if reading her mind. “Once I break through, yer mine. I’m claiming ye and I willna let ye go.”
“I’m ready,” Payton gasped.
Bradyn captured her lips as he thrust deep, tearing through her virginity. Payton hissed through the pain as he groaned deep in his throat. His whole body shuddered and beads of sweat formed on his brow as he held completely still. Payton realized it was taking him a lot of effort to be gentle and slow. The pain had eased a bit, so she decided to coax him on.
“Keep going. I’m okay.”
“Are ye certain?” Bradyn looked down at her, his face was just as red as his hair.
“Yes. You don’t have to be so polite. Mia said that polite sex equals terrible sex.” Payton said and then looked away shyly at his raised eyebrow. She hoped that she hadn’t offended him. Diarrhea of the mouth as usual.
“Is that so?”
“Y-Yes,” Payton stammered. Oh no! I’m probably going to regret that.
She felt him pulse inside of her and she could’ve sworn that she felt him swell even larger.
“Alright, then. I want to make my woman happy.”
Bradyn pulled out to the tip and plunged back in, balls deep. The breath was sucked right out of Payton at the feeling. He quickly did the same again. With each deep stroke, his speed increased. She held onto his biceps until he rose up onto his hands. Bradyn’s hips rolled into hers and she heard the sexy smack of skin on skin. Little gasps escaped her throat as he hit a spot deep within her. She thought that was as good or as wild as it could get. She was wrong. So wrong.
He clasped her thighs and brought them up. Then he placed his hands on the backs of her knees and pressed her legs down to lie flush against her chest, completely baring her most intimate place. Bradyn slid out his massive erection that a few moments ago she would’ve never believed would fit. He pumped his hips to rub its glistening length against her drenched crease. He released one of her legs, gripped his shaft, and smacked it against her weeping pussy. It sent little shock waves through her. He positioned the tip back at her entrance, grabbed her leg once more, and slammed into her. The new position sent him deeper than he had gone thus far.
“AAAAH!” Payton screamed.
Her screams quickly turned into a continuous stream of cries as he unleashed The Red Scot. He pounded into her tender flesh. His thrusts carried so much force that he scooted her up the bed until her head was touching the headboard. He released the backs of her knees, sat back on his haunches, wrapped his hands around her thi
ghs and pulled her towards him. Her thick coffee colored legs rested against the fair freckled skin of his muscular torso. It was the most beautiful thing Payton had ever seen. He held onto her legs as he slowed down the powerful thrusts and exchanged them for the slow rolling dips of a lover that knew what he was doing.
Payton’s legs began to quiver. That tightness was building within her again. This time it was slow. The first orgasm was quick and intense. This one built gradually. Bradyn’s hand slid down her leg, wrapped around her thigh to reach for her clit. His rough thumb found the slick nubbin and he strummed it gently as he rotated his hips into her. His cock hit the perfect spot, just as his thumb stroked her just right.
Her body tensed and arched off the bed. Her toes curled and her legs shuddered as a hoarse cry ripped from her chest just as a squirt of liquid released from her body and splashed against her thighs and his stomach and shaft. Payton would’ve been mortified if Bradyn didn’t growl and then throw is head back in ecstasy at the sight and feel of her climax. As her slippery channel flexed around him, she felt a ripple run through his cock before jet after jet of his release soaked her womb.
Bradyn crumpled between her legs and on top of her, his face resting against her breasts. Their sweat slicked skin stuck together as they caught their breath.
“Holy Obi-wan Kenobi! That’s what the girls were talking about?!” Payton exclaimed once she finally got her breath under control.
Bradyn chuckled. “Was I finally rude enough for ye? Or was I still too polite?”
“I’m sorry, Bradyn. I didn’t mean to be rude. I-I just didn’t want you to worry about hurting me when it was feeling…um…rather nice.” She cringed with embarrassment. “Plus, you looked like you were in more pain than I was.” She shrugged and he kissed her breast before rising up to look down at her.
“I’d walk through hell an’ back to make sure yer okay.” He leaned down and kissed her nose lightly. “But I have te admit, I’m glad ye gave me the green light. Yer incredible.”
Payton smiled bashfully and then her eyes shot up to his when she felt him harden inside of her.
